Remus laughed. "Thank you, but I think that is a singular opinion," he told her, kissing her forehead again.
"You wear purple well. That's probably genetic too," Remus teased her. "But I like that he can change. It will probably make for some awkward moments around puberty. But he'll probably like it when he's older, and can control it."
"Half. I can deal with that," he agreed. He shook his head. "No, I think Gabriel suits him. You just know me. I can't do anything without overthinking it."
Remus did want to hold him, but he was so tiny. Remus felt awkward and unsure in comparison. But he slid in next to her very carefully, letting her transfer the baby into his arms. He sat stiff, and a little too careful, which made little Gabriel's fists wave a bit, but Remus smiled down, plainly enchanted. "Hello," he murmured, leaning gently against Tonks as he held their son.